Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear
When When Happens
What happens
when ‘When’ happens?
My, that’ll be a very big day!
The magic dust will fly.
The Faeries will sing
And everything will finally
fall into place;
The day I’m crowned
Prince of the Proud
And the World will shout,
“God Bless Us, Shakes!”
Until then, I better get moving
And stacking my bricks
To fight the storm of resistance
And all of its bold-faced tricks.
I don’t fall for gimmicks
But I need a plan.
I may follow suit
But I follow no man.
There is no time for thinking
When I’m caught up in the lie.
Every step entangles,
It’s an endless trick of knots:
Trying to remember
and bloody-nail untie
All the lies I’ve told as truths
But now I’ve simply just forgot
Now I’m stuck here in Re-Living,
In this phantom home of Truth,
I find I am an old man
Trying to solve my youth.
It doesn’t add up smoothly,
But I think the trick is that division;
I got lost when I got caught up
in distractions of making fractions
Instead of adding to the whole:
I guess I’m guilty of lying to myself
About what I didn’t want to know.
5-3-24